She wanted to give him a world full
of color and paint him
a goddess inhaling the night sky;
breathing
out sleep and immortality, not simply
rolling into bed praying to wake up the next day.
She had reassurance to give him, to walk him
on clouds spun silver and gold;
beauty from the tears of her heart.
"Sure you may fall into fire but,
You will only rise, soar higher."
Shelter, she had naught to provide but her own body,
mind and soul stretched higher, taller,
wider, wound around him in ways
to make music of hail storms, wind storms and falling stars.
All her soul she wanted to give, her universe and epicenter
on a silver blue platter shining love, life, allegiance,
and maybe a few laughs.
And she beckoned to him,
but
he startled at the sound
and scampered away.
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Submission Name: To Love a Raccoon
